Got the double today. I was parked in a bay at the doctors to have my spakky hand poked a bit and when I came out there was some woman - all jewellery, sticky hair and big sunglasses - you know the type... in her Porche Cayenne in the middle of the car park. She gave it some about how I shouldn't have taken a space for my bike (there was nowhere else to put it). I went up to her car, looked in it and enquired whether she thought it wholly necessary to have such a big, pointless car for just her. Don't think she liked that much. Still gave her a cheery wave as I left though. Numéro deux: Coming home from said doctors, I turned left in to my road to see my nobhead neighbour heading straight towards me on my side of the road, he was too busy being turned round, arguing with his kids and putting his seatbelt on to bother with driving in a straight line. I gave him a peep and he started yelling at me. Unfortunately he had his window down so I heard what he said. Typical small man syndrome. We'll see how brave he is when I "have a quiet word"...